(A/N: Thanks so much for coming to read my Harry Potter fanfic. I'm just
starting, and well, I hope you like it. It gonna have a lot of romance in
it, hopefully, although there's a lot more to it. This is the first
chapter, I promise to keep updating. All characters etc. property of JK
Rowling, who IS a genius. Except of course my invented character, Hazel.
There's gonna be lots of people in this you don't see in other fanfics,
like say, Lee Jordan for one! Ok now I'll be quiet. This story is set after
the fourth book. It starts off with my character writing in her diary.)
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Dear Diary,
As I have lost my old diary, I must introduce myself to you. My name is Hazel Brooke, and I am fifteen years old. My height has always been class average. I have reddish-brown (preferably "auburn") hair, which is layered, and about mid-length. I have chestnut colored eyes, and a slim body. That's me, physically.
Emotionally, I like to have a lot of fun, although school still means a lot to me.
Mentally, I'm a little unstable at the moment. You see, my parents and I have lived in Canada all our lives. When I was eleven, however, we found out about my magic, and I was sent off to Willowbark's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My muggle parents were thrilled by this, as I did very well at school.
Then, this summer, my father decided we should all go on vacation to England; so we did. Little did I know that Voldemort was rising back to power, and growing more confidant each day. My parents were both murdered by bloodthirsty Death Eaters; I managed to get away. The Ministry of Magic found me soon after, and since I had no relatives back in North America, they sent me to start fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's why I'm standing here on platform 9 and 3/4, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive.
My peregrine flacon, Charm, is fidgeting in her cage. I must tend to her. I may write again later.
***
Hazel closed her diary, and went to comfort her falcon. Meanwhile, further down the station walkway, there was much talk, as nine people carrying huge trunks all hugged goodbye.
"Goodbye, Ron!" said Molly Weasley, hugging her youngest son. Embarrassed, he pulled away from the embrace, tucking a strand of flaming red hair behind his ear.
Ron, Ginny, Fred and George all said goodbye to their parents and Percy, who had decided to come along, so as to get a ride to the Ministry of Magic where he worked. They soon left, and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione went to stow their baggage as the train pulled up. Fred and George met up with their buddy Lee Jordan, and soon all seven were seated in a compartment aboard the red train.
Hazel also stowed her baggage, and stepped nervously onto the train. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and a low cut maroon tank top. She fiddled with her necklace, a gold chain with a white flower. It was her good-luck charm, and had been her mother's before her.
Deciding to go sit with the friendly people she had seen earlier, Hazel opened the door to the compartment as the train pulled off.
"Hi guys. Um, I'm actually new to Hogwarts this year, and I was wondering if I could maybe sit with you?" she said.
They all looked at her, and then Hermione said, "Sure, you can sit with us. Harry, budge up." He did so, and Hazel sat down between them.
"So." asked Fred. "Why are you suddenly attending Hogwarts?"
Hazel then proceeded to tell them all about herself and how she had got there. When she was done, Ron spoke up.
"Well you don't have to worry about having friends. Isn't that right?"
There was a chorus of affirmative responses, and Hazel grinned. "So, would you all like to introduce yourselves?" she asked.
"Well I'm Ron Weasley, these are my brothers Fred and George, and their friend Lee Jordan. That's my sister Ginny, that's Hermione Granger, and that is Harry Potter."
Hazel looked at Harry, and raised her dark eyebrow. "The Ministry told me about you."
Harry nodded, and Ginny decided to break the silence that had formed. "So, Hazel, do you know which house you're in yet?"
"Yep!" Hazel replied happily. "Gryffindor! And I know you're all in the same house!"
"We're gonna win this year!" said George loudly, and a cheer rose up from all present.
Hazel smiled. I think this year is gonna be the best yet, she thought.
Written by
flutterby
(A/N: Like it so far? Tell me what you think! Please leave a review; I'd really appreciate your thoughts on the story!)
***
Dear Diary,
As I have lost my old diary, I must introduce myself to you. My name is Hazel Brooke, and I am fifteen years old. My height has always been class average. I have reddish-brown (preferably "auburn") hair, which is layered, and about mid-length. I have chestnut colored eyes, and a slim body. That's me, physically.
Emotionally, I like to have a lot of fun, although school still means a lot to me.
Mentally, I'm a little unstable at the moment. You see, my parents and I have lived in Canada all our lives. When I was eleven, however, we found out about my magic, and I was sent off to Willowbark's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My muggle parents were thrilled by this, as I did very well at school.
Then, this summer, my father decided we should all go on vacation to England; so we did. Little did I know that Voldemort was rising back to power, and growing more confidant each day. My parents were both murdered by bloodthirsty Death Eaters; I managed to get away. The Ministry of Magic found me soon after, and since I had no relatives back in North America, they sent me to start fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's why I'm standing here on platform 9 and 3/4, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive.
My peregrine flacon, Charm, is fidgeting in her cage. I must tend to her. I may write again later.
***
Hazel closed her diary, and went to comfort her falcon. Meanwhile, further down the station walkway, there was much talk, as nine people carrying huge trunks all hugged goodbye.
"Goodbye, Ron!" said Molly Weasley, hugging her youngest son. Embarrassed, he pulled away from the embrace, tucking a strand of flaming red hair behind his ear.
Ron, Ginny, Fred and George all said goodbye to their parents and Percy, who had decided to come along, so as to get a ride to the Ministry of Magic where he worked. They soon left, and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione went to stow their baggage as the train pulled up. Fred and George met up with their buddy Lee Jordan, and soon all seven were seated in a compartment aboard the red train.
Hazel also stowed her baggage, and stepped nervously onto the train. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and a low cut maroon tank top. She fiddled with her necklace, a gold chain with a white flower. It was her good-luck charm, and had been her mother's before her.
Deciding to go sit with the friendly people she had seen earlier, Hazel opened the door to the compartment as the train pulled off.
"Hi guys. Um, I'm actually new to Hogwarts this year, and I was wondering if I could maybe sit with you?" she said.
They all looked at her, and then Hermione said, "Sure, you can sit with us. Harry, budge up." He did so, and Hazel sat down between them.
"So." asked Fred. "Why are you suddenly attending Hogwarts?"
Hazel then proceeded to tell them all about herself and how she had got there. When she was done, Ron spoke up.
"Well you don't have to worry about having friends. Isn't that right?"
There was a chorus of affirmative responses, and Hazel grinned. "So, would you all like to introduce yourselves?" she asked.
"Well I'm Ron Weasley, these are my brothers Fred and George, and their friend Lee Jordan. That's my sister Ginny, that's Hermione Granger, and that is Harry Potter."
Hazel looked at Harry, and raised her dark eyebrow. "The Ministry told me about you."
Harry nodded, and Ginny decided to break the silence that had formed. "So, Hazel, do you know which house you're in yet?"
"Yep!" Hazel replied happily. "Gryffindor! And I know you're all in the same house!"
"We're gonna win this year!" said George loudly, and a cheer rose up from all present.
Hazel smiled. I think this year is gonna be the best yet, she thought.
Written by
flutterby
(A/N: Like it so far? Tell me what you think! Please leave a review; I'd really appreciate your thoughts on the story!)